In The Space Between

Tracing Outlines

It’s as though I have been walking around all these years with this worn piece of tracing paper. Holding it up to each landscape that I came across.

Oct 5, 2025 • Liz Deering

After The Intake

I am afraid, lately. Afraid to breath in.

Sep 28, 2025 • Liz Deering

I open the door and lean over the edge of the patio. I breathe in the sea air. As if leaning a few inches further forward will allow me to smell even…

Sep 21, 2025 • Liz Deering

In the inky darkness of the new moon tonight. Suspended, between nothingness, and becoming...

Sep 14, 2025 • Liz Deering

Was I forged from this place? Or it, from me?

Sep 7, 2025 • Liz Deering

force stop? says the dialog box

Aug 31, 2025 • Liz Deering

Stunned, I stop walking, look up...

Aug 24, 2025 • Liz Deering

If in fact, it is not too late, then I will become a writer....

Aug 17, 2025 • Liz Deering

In The Space Between

I believe that all sincere writing is on the other side of undoing. I believe it’s the most potent when you are in the space between.

Aug 3, 2025 • Liz Deering

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